That evening, Hazel and I went for a drive. We went all around town and on some back roads and ended up on the beach of the lake. The sun was long gone and the stars flickered and fell in the night sky. Water lapped against the shore, soothing the night and lulling it to sleep.
Hazel and I sat with our knees pulled to our chests and our shoulders touching. We hadn't of talked much as we drove and sitting on the beach, taking everything in, was the most relaxation I had felt in a long time.
I enjoyed being with Hazel. She wasn't like other girls, she was different. Instead of trying to be friends with or dating me for my money, and instead of using me for a "comeback" or any reason, Hazel was true. She barely knew me and she wanted a few simple things in life and gave back as she went. Hazel Reddish was a kind, spirited young lady with a lot of love and innocence in every smile. Her eyes held a lot and I hoped that one day I could look at them without it making her uncomfortable. I also strongly hoped that she would call me by my name soon. I missed my name.
But I wouldn't dare question her or rush her with it. I wanted Hazel to say my first name when she was most comfortable. So I would be patient with her. I would allow "Pepperwhit" to be my name until she said Benedict or Ben or Lucas or whatever. I would do as much and as little as I can, so long as by the end of this trip she says it. That day will be a good day, because then I'll have known for sure that I had gained someones trust.
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Red Chevrolet
Teen FictionI was a normal kid. My life was normal, my school was normal, my job was normal. I had good grades, I was making money, I was making my parents proud. Everything was great. Until the day that Hazel Maeve Reddish jumped in my truck and demanded I bro...
